by JJ Argus
“Enough,” he said.
I eased up and Jeremy tugged on the leash, pulling me off the chair, and back onto all fours.
“Face down again, bottom raised,” Sir ordered.
I obeyed, chest heaving, my face and chest flushed with heat as I raised my bottom high. Jeremy dropped to his knees behind me, and I felt his fingers at the base of the dildo in my bottom. He gripped it and began to twist and turn it, pushing, then pulling, sliding it almost all the way out, then burying it. Finally, he pushed it out entirely, and I trembled and moaned as I felt how open I was.
Then his cock slid into me, and I shuddered and felt a hot rush of heat as he drove deep into my belly. This was so wild, so insanely kinky and wicked and nasty and unbearably hot!
Sir watched as Jeremy began to sodomize me, and I gasped and moaned as he thrust in and out, almost begging him to touch my pussy, to touch my clit, for I knew I would explode instantly. At the same time, though, this prolonged state of intense arousal was deliciously, gloriously exciting. And I didn't want it to end, not yet, not even with a massive orgasm.
He thrust into me harder, then buried himself inside me and held still. He reached forward, grasping my wrists, drawing them up and back behind my back, then locking the wrist restraints together. That done, he resumed thrusting, drawing cries of pleasure and aching pain from my open mouth as his hips struck my upraised buttocks.
Then Sir knelt before me, grasping my hair, winding it around his fist as he gently raised my head up off the rug, drew it back and then pushed his cock through my open lips and along my tongue. Jeremy grasped my locked wrists, pulling back, drawing my shoulders up and back to help support my upper body. And Sir slid deeper, pushing into my throat, sliding all the way down until my face was jammed against his groin.
The two men used me, but patiently, taking their time, apparently wanting to extend this wickedly exciting sexual game. Sir slid his cock out along my tongue, letting me breath, then slowly drove himself in tight, so my face was jammed against his lower belly. Then Jeremy would thrust into me with slow, deep strokes so that my body jerked and shuddered.
Breathless, I gasped and gulped in air as Sir withdrew. Sir sat, then lay back on the soft rug, drawing me forward by the hair so that I shuffled awkwardly on my knees. Straddling him, I felt Jeremy draw the dildo out of my pussy, then his own cock out of my ass while Sir held his cock up. I sank onto it, groaning as my body sank down fully.
He held me there, grasping my hair tighter, pulling my lips to his as I felt Jeremy pushing into my ass again. His lips were hot, moist and hungry as he kissed me, and then, as Jeremy thrust deep and ground my down against Sir, a shockwave of pleasure tore through me, then another, then another as a massive orgasm rippled along my nervous system.
I thrashed and writhed between them while my body convulsed around their cocks. Sir continued to kiss me while Jeremy ran a hand down between my legs to stroke my clit. I felt hands on my breasts, and continued to shudder and writhe, crying out now as the passion and pleasure soared, out of control in a fever of sexual passion that drove me to the brink of blackness before leaving me limp atop them.
But neither of them was limp, and resumed their careful use of me, their cocks thrusting into me, steadily, in an alternating rhythm which showed to my fuzzy, groaning mind, that Jeremy had enjoyed Sir's girls before.
Their deep, slow strokes were somehow soothing to both body and mind, but slowly, that languor left me, and my mind wakened to find the fever rising again. I jerked my hands against the cuffs, longing to wrap them around Sir, but they remained helpless as their thrusts grew stronger, and my body jerked between them. The sensation of having two cocks in my slender lower belly, churning in and out, was like nothing I'd imagined, and I was soon filled with excitement once again, a renewed sense of passion and hunger churning within my body and mind as they used me harder, more roughly, my body pounded between them until first Sir, then Me, then Jeremy came again in a wild, writhing explosion of pleasure and bliss.
* * *
I knelt on the rug in the great room as Sir sat back on the sofa watching the news on television. I was not entirely nude. I wore a sort of loincloth which resembled a leather miniskirt split to the waist on both sides, the material not quite wide enough to cover me front or back. Aside from that, Sir had given me a pair of black metal wrist bands with silver rings, and a matching collar.
Jeremy had pierced my nipples, and a pair of black rings dangled from them, a match to the larger one piercing my labia. I had the usual butt-plug in, but didn't need a vibrator to keep me in a constant state of sexual heat.
There was a break in the news, and sir clicked his fingers to motion me forward. I dropped onto my hands and crawled the few feet to his chair, then up into his lap, where he ran his fingers through my hair, petting me, after a fashion, his other hand kneading my breasts and lightly stroking my nipple.
“Go and get me a drink, slave girl,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I replied softly.
I didn't have to crawl around the house. That would be silly. I rose to my feet, which were unshod, and padded down the hall and into the kitchen. By now Cooper was used to me being almost naked – or entirely so. He still stared hungrily. I knew he wanted me, but it would be up to Sir to let him have me. So far he only had once, because he wanted a third man to take me as he and Jeremy did me front and back.
Cooper had got to slide his cock down my throat, and I was the center of them all, on fire with the wild sexual heat as they had driven their cocks into my burning flesh.
“Sir would like his drink freshened,” I said.
He did so, at once, for delaying anything for sir was not the way to continued employment.
Not that this was a 'job' to me any more. Oh, I knew that, after a fashion, I was being paid. But I had no need of money at the present time, for all I needed was paid for by Sir. And I had no need of a social life for I got all the partying I needed with Sir, and sometimes Jeremy.
Cooper handed me the glass, and casually groped my breast before I turned away. I didn't mind. I went back to Sir, knelt before him, raised the glass, and presented it to him. He took it and caressed my hair before shooing me back to my previous position.
I wasn't quite sure how I felt about Sir. He was more than an employer, of course. But I don't think I actually loved him. I was getting to know him a bit, to understand him. He was a very complex man, and had few real friends, as opposed to a variety of business acquaintances. I thought that in some way, Jeremy was actually his best friend. So what did that make me? More his lover than his employee, but a lover without demands to place on him.
A slave girl who was free to leave at any time, but who had no desire to do so. Why would I? To go back to being a waitress? To go back to school? I was getting enough of an education in this strange job that wasn't a job, relationship that wasn't a relationship with Sir.
Jeremy came, in answer to some unseen call, and motioned me to follow him. I obeyed, of course. Jeremy wouldn't tell me to do something Sir hadn't instructed him in. We went into the other room where he opened a box. Inside was a pair of boots, a huge pair of boots. Or rather, a very high pair of boots. They were black leather stilettos of course. And they fit me like a second skin, all the way up to my thighs.
Jeremy removed the loin cloth as I adjusted the boots, then opened a much smaller, flatter box. This contained gloves, no, mitts, no... well, they were mitts without a thumb. What did that make them? They were black leather like the boots, and went up almost to my shoulders.
“Bend, girl.”
He bent me over a chair and I felt his fingers at the butt-plug. I spread my legs as I felt the butt-plug pressing against my sphincter, forcing it open as he withdrew it. Almost at once, a dildo slid into me, a thick one, but lubricated. It pushed deep, and Jeremy pumped it slowly in and out, turning and twisting it until he had it almost fully embedded.
Another slid into my pussy.
“Hands
I obeyed, discovering the palms of the 'mitts' were padded. So too were the knees of the leather boots. Jeremy snapped a leash to the ring of my collar.
“Are you an obedient little slave girl, Fire?”
“Yes,” I said softly.
Obedient? The last time I'd been on all fours had been out back, on the grass. Sir had thrown a ball for me to chase, and I had, crawling rapidly after it each time he tossed it. The lawn was rich and soft and thick, and I'd felt a wild thrill at being treated as a virtual animal, as his pet. Perhaps that was our relationship? A pet could love and be loved, but placed far fewer demands on a man than a wife or girlfriend.
I wasn't sure how Sir felt about me except that he seemed quite fond of me. I slept in his room now, sometimes in his huge bed, sometimes on a thick, soft sort of, well, pet bed, on the floor next to it.
Oh I know, I know. How degrading! But it was all so deliciously hedonistic!
Yet he took me more often atop me, now, face to face, instead of riding me from behind. And his lips on mine were always filled with lust and heat. Sometimes my wrists were shackled together to the headboard, but often they were free so I could wrap my hands around him.
Jeremy led me, crawling, back into the great room and handed the leash to Sir.
“Thank you, Jeremy,” he said.
He stood up and led me, crawling at his heels, up the corridor. I was getting better at crawling, and of course, it was much easier with the padding on my hands and knees. It was also gloriously degrading so that my pussy throbbed around the dildo.
He led me into the north parlor, which they sometimes called the sun room. It had huge windows looking out at the back, plants and flowers all around, and even a pond with a waterfall spilling down fake rocks set into the wall. It was a lovely room, but on this day all my attention was on the occupant, a lovely, petite blonde about Sir's age, who turned, raised an eyebrow, and smiled down at me with a mixture of amusement and contempt.
Chapter Ten
I had thought I had reached a level of equilibrium with my strange relationship with Sir, where I no longer really had any modesty. I'd even had to go and send the maids away on several occasions whilst clad solely in the loincloth. But now, faced by this elegant looking woman, who was done up in regal fashion, her hair drawn back, my skin flamed as Sir led me crawling up to her.
I half turned away, like a Dog pulling on a leash, and Sir tugged me back. Then I felt the bite of the crop against my bottom.
“Position, girl,” he barked.
Breathless, mortified, I sort of froze as the woman chuckled softly.
“She's adorable,” she said, “And much more obedient than I ever was, I'm sure.”
“Most definitely,” Sir said.
“Sir,” he ordered me sternly.
I … sat. That meant I sat back on my heels, kneeling, really, and my knees instinctively spread wide even as I dropped my eyes and let my hair form a curtain between us.
“Head back,” Sir ordered.
Wincing, I obeyed, looking over her shoulder.
“Nice breasts on her,” the woman said.
“Yes, and they're real, too,” Sir said with some pride.
“Rather young for you, isn't she?”
“Not at all. She's adorable, as you said, and wonderfully sexual.”
“Clearly.”
“Fire, this is my ex wife, Sandra,” he said.
Sir had been married?!
“Planning on breeding her?” Sandra asked in a strange, rather sarcastic tone.
“No. Two is enough.”
Sir had children!?
Sir removed the leash, then sat down next to Sandra.
“You always were a randy pervert, Allan.”
Sir's name was Allan!?
“Yes, that's why you love me.”
“Love you but can't stand you.”
“The same goes for me, of course,” he said, lifting her hand and kissing the back of her wrist.
I was staring at them, intrigued by all this, and flushed again as Sandra smiled thinly at me.
“You're confusing your little slave girl,” she said.
“I expect so,” he said.
“You see, little slave girl,” Sandra said,” Allan and I are soul mates of a sort. We are like twins in how we think, act, behave, in what we want, in what we find beautiful or ugly, in how we react to a variety of things. We love each other fiercely.”
“We just can't stand to live together,” Sir said.
“Yes, our sex is almost always like a fight.”
“A fight for dominance,” Sir said.
“And that spills into every facet of our relationship,” Sandra said.”
“She loves a strong man,” Sir said. “But she insists on getting her way on everything.”
“And he won't give it,” she snorted.
“And if a man does give way to her, she thinks he's weak, and doesn't respect him,” Sir said.
“Well, there is that,” she agreed.
“Our relationship was, to put it mildly, stormy.”
“Constant arguments,” she said. “Bad for the kids, you see.”
And then she snapped her fingers towards the far corner of the room. I hadn't even noticed anything there, for there were a number of large plants, and even small trees in the room. But movement caught my eyes and then widened them as a lithe, muscular man with a face almost too pretty to be a man crawled out from the corner where he'd been sitting.
He was dark haired, and slender, but as he sat back on his heels before us, I could see that his body was athletic, and well-muscled, with firmly outlined pecs and abdominal muscles. His cock hung between his thighs, thick and long even though soft, and he had no pubic hair to hide it.
I stared helplessly, blushing again, breathless.
“He's going to show you a thing or two, Slave girl,” Sir said. “I want you to pay careful attention, for he's quite the expert.”
“I've seen to that,” Sandra said with a smirk.
“Lay down, Slave girl,” Sir ordered.
Heart pounding, pulse racing, I almost reluctantly lay back on the warm floor.
“Knees out,” he said.
I mentally winced, but obeyed, raising my knees, then spreading them wide.
Sandra snapped her fingers, and the other man, the uhm, I guess her slave boy, crawled over to me. I thought for a breathless moment he was going to fuck me. But Sir had never let Jeremy fuck me, only sodomize me.
The nameless slave boy, or slave man, for he was at least five years older than me, licked at my inner thighs, causing me to flinch, then slid downwards, his tongue pushing out so long that my eyes went wide! I'd never seen a human tongue go out that wide!
He teased me with it, flicking it out around my sex, caressing my labia, stroking along my skin, kissing and mouthing my soft flesh as Sir and his ex wife looked on.
Scalding heat began to sweep through me just at this incredible, absurdly hedonistic scene, and when his tongue began to work on my clit I began to quickly loose all control of myself, of my reactions, of my body.
At first, he left the dildo in place, simply pressing on it, rhythmically, again and again, as his tongue and lips focused on my clit. He drove me into screaming, writhing orgasm in only a few minutes, then pulled the dildo free and began to tongue the mouth of my sex. His tongue slid ridiculously deep inside me! His lips worked on my clit, and he brought me again and again, in a very short length of time.
Writhing, twisting, crying out, arching and thrashing, my insides twisted and flared wildly as he drove the breath from my body in screams of pleasure.
I saw, not really caring, that Sir and his ex were groping each other, kissing and caressing as they watched us. I was too infused with heat to take much notice of that other than to note they were still looking on, that my exhibitionist nature might still be satisfied, still contribute to the dark heat engulfing me as her nameless slave boy worked me over with his tongue.
Then it was his turn, as he lay back, and Sir directed me to show him what I knew of oral sex.
Breathless, panting, I licked up and down around his groin, still panting with heat, sucking on his balls, massaging them within my mouth, kissing and mouthing his cock as it thrust rock-hard into the air. I mouthed him, bobbing up and down as he lay back, eyes closed, then slid my lips lower and lower until he disappeared down my throat.
“You won't be able to make him come, dear,” Sandra said. “He's very well disciplined.”
“I bet you've disciplined him well,” Sir said dryly.
“Indeed. And he knows better than to come before I let him. If I let him.”
“You're more cruel than I,” Sir said. “I like seeing my little slave girl come.”
“And she does it so well,” Sandra said.
“What are you saving your slave boy for?”
“How about if he mounts your bitch?”
“Her pussy belongs to me alone, but – .”
“Of course,” she said. “Matthew, take her ass.”
So that was his name, I thought dazedly.
He had hungry blue eyes, and he drew back and flipped me onto my belly as thought I were weightless. I felt his hands under my hips, jerking them up, and then as I shifted my knees apart he pulled the dildo from my ass. He picked up the other, jamming it back into my pussy, then pressed his cock against my partly open back passage. I cried out as he thrust into me, and he gripped my hair, jerking my head up and back, lifting me onto all fours as he began to ride me with passion and heat, his hips pounding against my buttocks as he yanked on my hair.
It was a rougher ride than I was used to, but given the state I was in it was also irresistible as I cried out with pleasure and thrust my buttocks back to meet him.
“Stop,” she said.
Matthew stopped at once, buried inside me as I gasped for breath.
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